Silvery-white steam billowed.
The Special Train rumbled through Hogsmeade Village in the early morning.
Professor Dumbledore's Legendary Celebration would be held this afternoon. More than half a month ago, the invited guests had begun arriving at Hogwarts one after another. However, limited by the castle's capacity, many of their attendants could only camp in temporary campsites arranged near Hogsmeade Village.
Though it was called camping,
the wizards' tents were no less lavish than suites in high-end hotels. Especially among the wizards attending the Legendary Celebration, most were immensely wealthy, and the tents in the campsite were more extravagant than the last.
Some tents perfectly replicated the silk palace of an Arabian sultan, perched atop enormous flying carpets, their pointed roofs studded with gemstones that glittered in the dawn. Some appeared plain from the outside, yet the sounds of waterfalls and birdsong drifted through their opened flaps, as though they contained an entire indoor forest. When the curtains were lowered, delicate jade bells hanging from them chimed in the breeze, scattering specks of soothing radiance. Still others resembled enormous shells glowing with soft blue light. Within that blue glow, it felt like the warm deep sea, while beyond their curved crystal domes lay magnificent seabed vistas conjured by magic.
And so on.
The only problem was that the campsite arranged by the school was a little too close to the railway tracks.
Originally, this was no worst case scenario. After all, trains only ran along this line on September 1st and at the end of each term; it was usually very quiet. Like the guests staying temporarily at the campsite, more than half of them had spent over half a month here without realizing their tents were so close to the tracks.
So when this unscheduled Special Train sounded its whistle